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Who: Glenn Rhee - and maybe you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: ~~Also yes~~ SS Starstruck
When: Shuffle Day! Plus he just arrived in time for it! Good timing, Glenn!

action: SS Starstruck ]

[ The last thing that he really knew, that he understood and processed, was that his life was over. After that, he couldn't call the details to mind, but the certainty was there. And then, something else happened. He was in a completely different place, somewhere clean, utilitarian but gleaming... and there were stars.

Truth be told, he hadn't gotten past the disbelief, gradually coming to terms with both space and his own continued existence, when suddenly everything changed around him again. Only this time, there was a little tune to greet him, confetti and dessert?

So don't mind him, far more disoriented than he's ever been, stumbling and barely keeping himself upright, staring around the bridge in building bewilderment - and it's rather immediately clear that's what it is, the stations, the windows... space again. However that happened. ]

Um... hello?

[ Eloquent. He'll get to words. Eventually. ]

video ]

I, uh... I guess this is basically like the internet? It's been a while but: Hi. My name is Glenn, and I just got here.

[ He draws a deep breath - while he's doing a bit better, he's still unsteady. ]

To space.

[ He's hoping for what he figures is the impossible... he can't bring himself to put it into words. So he leaves it there, with the dubious tone of someone who still isn't sure anything is real. Himself included. ]

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[She's in a generous mood. It's been a long time since she just unapologetically trolled new arrivals back in her early days of Marina. Growing up can be very unrewarding!

She appears on the screen, ready to be calming and semi-helpful. Or helpful and semi-alarming.] Internet like at least.

I'm Kitty. [A little nod.]

First time being abducted in a strange and seemingly impossible manner?

[It had been a rough month, to say the least. Friends disappearing, Carl turning with her killing him in the end, and now this. At first Maggie just stares and stares and stares at the video, feeling like she can't breathe. It has to be a trick. It has to be a trick. Why would the Atroma know to give her the very thing she wanted most?]

Hi.

[Okay, that was lame, but he said it first and she couldn't resist it. She gives a watery, disbelieving, laugh.]

It's not like the internet. I don't think. It's more like - like one of Carl's comic books.

[She takes a breath. Words. Use your words, Maggie. It was hard, after seeing in the back of her mind and in her nightmares for so many nights the sight of him after what Negan had done, hearing his slurred voice promise that he would find her.

She falls silent after a moment before finally whispering, disbelieving it still -]

You're really here?

There are crazier things than space, you know.

[ Like seeing someone back from the dead. It's hard to believe he's really looking at Glenn after watching what Negan did to him. ]

..Hey. It's good to see you.

Hello.

[Furiosa has gotten used to the schedule now, walking in to see another new face. She's come prepared this time and holds out a tin cup of water.]

Furiosa, pilot. Welcome to the Starstruck.

[ He decides to go for a text response because he doesn't really trust himself to speak aloud just yet. Which means, mostly, that he just types out holy shit about a dozen times and deletes it. ]

welcome to being an astronaut

it's kinda shitty

[ He gives a weak smile, the best he can really manage under the circumstances. ]

Yeah. Actually, it is.

[ What does he even say. ]

Are there, uh... a lot of us here?

Thank you?

[ The uncertainty to his tone wasn't supposed to be there, still shaky as he reaches for the water. He does his best to steady himself. ]

Sorry - thanks. I'm Glenn.

[ For a moment, there's just surprise - it gives way, though, to a warm smile, a bare but genuine glimpse of all the emotions going on behind it. ]

Carl. It's good to see you, too.

[ And the craziness, well. That certainly hasn't escaped him - of course, he's not quite prepared to tell everyone that may be listening that he's supposed to be dead. ]

And, uh... yeah. Had to start somewhere, though.

[ The broadcast is what he was talking about; Making sense of where he is, what's happening, all of this isn't anywhere near a thing he's trying to tackle, not yet and probably not any time soon.

Of course, he barely registers it. It doesn't matter. This is Maggie, impossibly, somehow. He was certain - or at least he hoped - that if there was anything else coming that he wouldn't see her there for a long time. ]

Maggie.

[ He swallows hard, taking a few deep breaths, steadying himself. It's a strange thing, feeling like he'd been the one to lose her - to lose everyone and everything, all at once. Your own loss just doesn't seem like something a person is supposed to feel. He speaks, quietly but intense - earnest. Somehow, he's not tearing up. ]

I am. I'm here. I don't really understand it, but... I am.

[ See, the fun thing about text is, he doesn't know who that came from. ]

Well, thanks?

Sounds great

I'd say there's a first time for everyone, but that's only really true here. [Because this is a weird place where weird things happen and the majority of people in the multiverse are unaffected!]

Mmm, there are fifteen ships with about seven or eight people each. So, I guess that depends on if you think a little over a hundred is a lot. We can get kind of divided with being on different shifts especially if some people don't use the network much.

[ It's a lot, he understands, but Glenn has family to come to. They're not going to leave him in the lurch again. ]

How long have you been here? You're not alone, are you?

Don't worry, everyone gets like that. Or I guess most people do.

[Sam offers him a wry smile. He's currently peering out from behind a wall panel that he's got open, wires dangling from the bottom of it.]

I'm Sam.

[Maggie nods, taking a deep breath and just letting all of this sink in. There had been moments during her time with the Fleet that the loneliness had been unbearable. The loss had been so fresh back then that she felt she might drown in it. It wasn't the Hilltop. There was work to do but it wasn't the same all encompassing work she had put into making the Hilltop thrive and become strong enough to survive the Saviors. It wasn't the same at all. There wasn't so much urgency here as there was back home. They just lived their lives here. She and Glenn could live their lives here if they wanted to.]

Me too. I don't understand any of this, but I'm- I won't hide that I'm glad it happened.

[She looks down to her lap before looking to him again. It was just so strange, having him in her life and then gone, only for him to be here like it never happened. Would it be the same if Beth came here? Or her father? Could she really hope for that much?]

What ship are you on? I want to see you.

[She couldn't wait. She needed to know he was real.]

No need to apologize, it can be a little tricky, adjusting.

[She leans back against the pilot's seat, and reaches down to retrieve her own mug - filled with now cold coffee, but that doesn't deter her from drinking it.]

Space a new thing for you?

[ ....a drawback he realizes once Glenn replies, and he's momentarily puzzled as to who's answering. ]

shit

it's daryl

i shoulda said

[ you know, so that Glenn would have a chance to tell him off, if he wanted.

~~after everything, he deserves that.~~ ]

[ He manages a small smile in response when he glances over, a slight hint of a chuckle along with it. As close to normal as he can manage, really. ]

I mean, it is kind of disorienting, right?

Hey. I'm Glenn.

[ he does not. ]

DARYL

Hey

I didn't know you were here

[ He takes a small sip of the water, movements a bit slow and hesitant. Lowering the cup, he nods with a soft breath that's close to a dry laugh. ]

Yeah, definitely. I was... very much stuck on one planet.

[ He takes a breath, thinking back... it's been long enough that the worst of it is wearing off. ]

I don't know, I woke up on one ship, then I wound up on another... it's been hours, probably not a day.

[ Not that he has any sense of time right now. Especially not with what he came from. ]

But no. Maggie found me, and there are other people on this ship.

[ His breathing is slow, steady, all of it a little heavier now, as if the weight of being alive when he knows he shouldn't be is something he can feel on himself. The thought she introduces - that she can see him, that she can actually get to where he is - catches him. ]

You can get here?

[ Of course he wants to see her, to be able to touch her, hold her. Nothing really needs to make sense if he can have that. ]

I'm on the Starstruck.

[ A hundred people... he's seen that many, lately, certainly more than between Alexandria and the Hilltop, but it still feels like a lot. Of course, his frame of reference isn't really applicable to space... ]

I mean, that seems like a lot of people. Especially if we've all been abducted in a strange and seemingly impossible manner.

[Furiosa nods, a little twist of a grin on her lips.]

I know the feeling, came from a single planet with no prospects of visiting the greater beyond.

[So she's not going to bombard him with too many questions off the bat.] So what was your single little planet like?

Yeah. There's shuttles on every ship. I could come over from the ship I'm on.

[Just the idea makes her chest ache. He's here. He's here. Nothing could separate them again.]

I can come over there.

[And maybe the ache will hurt less when they can see one another face to face.]

[ if you ask Daryl, he should strongly consider it. ]

yeah

probably shoulda started with that

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